Melancholy

19. u n t o u c h a b l e [ p o e t r y '16 ]

"Hey are you okay?"
The tears on your eyes,
The melancholy that wallowed up
Flowed down unto me.

You wiped your eyes and looked at me.
You just look so sad,
So pale, frail and fragile.
Please smile, even for a little.

I am hurt when you are hurt.
I cry for you when you are gloomy,
I smile for you when you are happy.
Get your pen, and let's start again.

With each stroke of the brush,
Within each details that you add,
The dialogues that I have to say,
Were nothing to what I want to convey.

I still remember your happy face,
When you are in front of me,
Drawing things that you love,
Illustrating me so eagerly.

You were my love, my creator.
I am your lowly creation.
I don't have the right to stand beside you,
I don't have the power to reach you.

"Don't cry" was my silent plead
As you continued on erasing an image of me.
Taking your pencil and drawing again,
A sad painful scenery.

It's okay, if that will make you feel better.
Pour unto me your sadness and aggravation.
If you really want me to experience such pain,
It is okay as long as it was from you.

I hope you feel better.
I hope that I helped you.
Because even if I want to be with you,
I can't. I can't hold you.

"So please, never be sad."
I am here for you,
To write all your troubles on,
I will be a listener.

"Don't cry anymore."
Because as much as I want to,
To wipe away the tears from you.
I am stuck here, far from you.